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UNITED STATES OF AMERICA^' 



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^^C 27 1898 



A Berkeley Year 



A SHEAF 
OF NATURE ESSAYS 



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Edited by Eva V. Carlin 



Published by the 

Women's Auxiliary of the First Unitarian Church 

OF Berkeley, California 



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Copyright, l8g8, by 
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Decorated by 
Louise M. Keeler 



FROM GENESIS TO REVELAriON 



For the land is a land of hills and valleys ; and the 
mountains shall bring peace to the people. 

A bird of the air shall carry the voice, and that 
which hath wings shall tell the matter. 

Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow ; they 
toil not, neither do they spin : and yet Solomon in all his 
glory was not arrayed like one of these. 

Wisdom hath builded here her house ; she hath hewn 
out her seven pillars. She is a tree of life to them that 
lay hold upon her : and happy is the man that retaineth 
her. 

It is a good thing to call to remembrance the former 
times, to remember all the way the Lord, their God hath 
led the people ; when they were but a few men in number ; 
yea, very few, and strangers in the land. 

We have also a sure word of prophecy. Ye shall run 
and not be weary ; ye shall go out with joy, and be led 
forth with peace ; for the eyes of the Lord are always 
upon the land, from the beginning of the year even unto 
the end of the year. 



CONTENTS 



From Genesis to Revelation ..... V 

The Making of the Berkeley Hills i 

Joseph Le Conte 

They Looked Through the Golden Gate ... 9 

fVilliatn Carey Jones 

Lang Syne ......... 19 

Edward B. Payne 

Joy of the Morning ....... 27 

Edwin Markham 

A Glimpse of the Birds of Berkeley . . . . -3* 

Charles A. Keeler 

Walks About Berkeley ...... 41 

Cornelius Beach Bradley 

The Trees of Berkeley 49 

Edivard L. Greene 

On Berkeley Hills 55 

Adeline Knafp 

The Love of Life ........ 59 

Willis L. Jepson 

A Berkeley Bird and Wild-Flower Calendar . . 65 

Compiled by E-va V. Carlin and Hannah P. Stearns 



The Making of 
The Berkeley Hills 




MONG the many phases of 
out-door Berkeley, I am asked 
to give a brief account of that 
one which interests me most. 
Some, doubtless, would talk 
of the beautiful flowers which 
mantle the hills like an ex- 
quisitely varied carpet; some 
of birds, their habits, their 
color, their song; some would 
talk of the early history of 
Berkeley and would give rem- 
iniscences of the Golden Age 
of youthful Berkeley. But 
underlying all these, and form- 
ing the condition of their ex- 
istence — without which there 
never would have been any 
Berkeley — are the Hills with 
their rounded and infinitely 
varied forms, their noble out- 
look over fertile plain and 
glistening Bay shut in beyond 
by glorious mountain ranges 
through which the Golden 
Gate opens out on the bound- 
less Pacific. It was this that 
decided the choice of the site 
of the University, and deter- 
mined the existence of Berkeley. 



The 
Making 

of the 
Berkeley 

Hills 



The I have thus given in few words the prominent geo- 

Making graphical features ot Berkeley. But how came they to 
of the be what they are? How were they made and when ? 
Berkeley These, our beloved Berkeley Hills, were born of the 
Hills Pacific Ocean about the end of the Miocene or mid-ter- 
tiary times. They took on a vigorous second growth 
about the end of the Pliocene epoch. Now, I well know 
that these terms convey little meaning to most peo- 
ple. Such persons will immediately ask, " How long 
ago was this ? How many years ? " I frankly confess 
I do not know, but I am sure it is at least a million years 
and perhaps much more. The geologist, you know, has 
unlimited credit in the Bank of Time, and he is not 
sparing of his drafts, as no one is likely to dishonor them. 
As soon as these Hills raised their heads above the 
ocean, the sculpturing agencies of sun and air, of rain 
and rivers commenced their work of modeling them into 
forms of beauty. Slowly but steadily, unhasting yet 
unresting, the sculpturing has gone on from that time till 
now. The final results are the exquisitely modeled 
forms, so familiar, and yet so charming. 

These Hills, therefore, like all mountains, were formed 
by upheaval, or by igneous forces at the time mentioned; 
but all the details ot their scenery — every peak or round- 
ed knob, every deep canon or gentle swale, is the re- 
sult of subsequent sculpturing by water. If the greater 
masses were determined by interior forces, all the lesser 
outlines — all that constitutes scenery — were due to exte- 
rior forces. If the one kind of force rough-hewed, the 
other shaped into forms of beauty. 



In those golden miocene days, with their abundant 
rain, their warm climate and luxuriant forest-vegetation, 
life was even more abundant than now. The sea 
swarmed with animals of many kinds, but nearly all 
different from those we now find. The remains of these 
are still found abundantly in the rocks, and a rich harvest 
rewards the geological rambler over the hills, with ham- 
mer in hand. The land, too, was overrun by beasts of 
many kinds characteristic of the times. Some of these 
extinct animals, both of sea and land, I think, we must 
sorely regret; for example: little, three-toed horses, 
much smaller than the smallest Shetland pony, roamed in 
herds over our new-born hills. We have not, indeed, 
yet found them in Berkeley rocks, but abundantly in rocks 
of the same age not very far away. They probably visited 
our hills. We cannot but regret that these pretty little 
horses were too early for our boys, and indeed for any boys, 
for man had not yet entered to take possession of his herit- 
age. Again: Oysters, such as would astonish a latter- 
day Californian, existed in such numbers that they 
formed great oyster-banks. Their agglomerated shells, 
each shell five to six inches long, and three to four inches 
wide, form masses three feet thick, and extending for 
miles. These are found in the Berkeley Hills; but else- 
where in California, Miocene and Pliocene oysters are 
found, thirteen inches long, eight inches wide, and six 
inches thick. Alas for the degeneracy of their descend- 
ants, the modern California oyster. And yet, upon 
second thought, there may be nothing to regret. It may 
well be that in the gradual decrease in size the flavor 



The 

Making 

of the 

Berkeley 

Hills 



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7he has been correspondingly intensified. It may be that 

Making what was then diffused through a great mass of flesh and 

of the therefore greatly diluted, was all conserved and concen- 

Berkeley trated into the exquisite piquancy characteristic of the 

Hills little California oyster of the present day. If so, we 

are consoled. 

But the character of the Berkeley Hills was not yet 
fully formed. Still later there came hard times for 
Berkeley. But hard times are often necessary for the 
perfecting of character, and therefore we do not regret 
the next age. There was for Berkeley, as for other 
places, an Ice-age. An Arctic rigor of climate suc- 
ceeded the genial warmth of Tertiary times. Our hills 
were completely mantled with an ice-sheet moving sea- 
ward, ploughing, raking and harrowing their surfaces; 
smoothing, rounding and beautifying their outlines. The 
materials thus gathered were mixed and kneaded and 
spread over the plains, enriching the soil, and preparing 
it for the occupancy of man — not yet come. 

Last of all — last stage of this eventful history — came 
man. When did he come ? Was there a Pliocene man, 
and was his skull really found in Calaveras ? If any one 
is interested in this famous controversy, let him consult 
Professor Whitney on the one side, and Bret Harte on 
the other. 

But, certainly, evidences of Prehistoric man are abund- 
ant all over California, and nowhere more so than in 
and about Berkeley. Those interested in this subject 
will find abundant material. 

I have thus given in bare outline, the birth, growth. 



and character-making of the Berkeley Hills and Plains, The 

in preparation for the occupancy of civilized man. The Making 

work of the Geologist is done. The Historian must of the 

take it up at this point. I have laid the ground- work; Berkeley 

others must build thereon. //iy/j- 

Joseph Le Conte. 



They Looked Through 
the Golden Gate 




EFORE the face of the white 
man came and showed that na- 
ture here was to be devoted to 
exalted ends, the aboriginal in- 
habitants had dwelt for genera- 
tions on the shores that front 
the Golden Gate. They left 
mementoes of themselves at the 
embarcaderos o^ the creeks, Tem- 
escal, Cordonices, San Pablo, 
in the larger and smaller 
** mounds," that tell by their 
contents of the form and style 
of man himself, of his utensils 
and his foods. They looked 
through the Golden Gate, but 
not with the keen and perfected 
vision that responds to high in- 
tellectual and spiritual emotions. 
They lived the little life of in- 
cipient humanity, their hates 
and loves and a vague surmise 
of a Great Spirit alone testify- 
ing to the potentialities of their 
kind. 

But one day — March 27, 
1772, for 'tis interesting to fix 
the dates of our scanty anniver- 
saries — representing the spiritual 
and temporal arms of Spain, the 



They 
Looked 
Through 

the 

Golden 

Gate 



II 



Thej fore-leaders of the gente de razon. Padre Juan Crespi and 
Looked Lieutenant Pedro Pages, and their dozen companions. 
Through passed along the Contra Costa shore, and looked through 
the the Golden Gate. They knew, indeed, that they were 
Golden opposite the "mouth by which the great estuaries com- 
Gate municate with the Ensenada de los Farallones." They 
had left Monterey on March 20th; on the 25 th they had 
encamped on Alameda Creek, near the site of the later 
Vallejo Mill, the ruin whereof yet standeth, or the pres- 
ent Niles. They crossed the San Leandro and San Lo- 
renzo creeks and reached the beautiful encinal — the oak- 
clothed peninsula of Alameda. They passed around ** an 
estuary, which skirting the grove, extends four or five 
leagues inland until it heads in the sierra," and came 
out upon the verdant, blooming plain. But the eye, 
even of the gente de razon, was not illumined. They 
sought the harbor of San Francisco underneath the prom- 
ontory of Point Reyes, and searching for that which was 
valueless, recognized not the surpassing worth of what 
lay at their feet. They looked through the Golden Gate 
in vain. 

But the Franciscans were not to be daunted in their 
purpose of finding their patron saint's anchorage. And 
so now they seek it again, this time by sea, and Juan de 
Ayala, Lieutenant in the royal navy of Spain, in the 
ship San Carlos, on August I, 1775, sailed through the 
never-before traversed waters of the Golden Gate into 
the hospitable harbor. The real San Francisco was illu- 
sive; this port is now thought good enough to be dedi- 
cated to the great Saint Francis. 



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Then came the founding of the Mission of San Jose, 
June II, 1797, under the scholarly Father Lasuen. 
This prosperous mission and first settlement in Alameda 
County was from 1803 to 1833 under the charge of the 
famous Father Duran. Passing up and down the shore 
in gradually growing numbers the Spanish Californians 
looked through the Golden Gate, The princely San 
Antonio rancho, fifteen leagues in extent, was, in 1 8 20, 
conferred by Governor Pablo Vincente de Sola on Don 
Luis Peralta. In 1843 Don Luis, in company with his 
four sons rode across the domain, and with eye and ges- 
ture surveyed and partitioned it into four shares. The 
most southerly, in the neighborhood of San Leandro, 
was assigned to Ygnacio; the next, proceeding north, 
including Alameda and Brooklyn, to Antonio Maria; 
the third, covering the Encinal de Temescal, or Oakland, 
to Vincente, and the northernmost, including the mod- 
ern Berkeley, to Jose Domingo. Peraltas, Castros, and 
Pachecos, worthy families in the romantic background of 
our history, settled along the shore and looked daily 
through the Golden Gate. The Castro home, at the 
margin of Cerrito Creek, on the San Pablo highway, 
screened by the Alta Punta, still yields testimony to the 
first habitations of the gente de razon. 

Perhaps a broadening vision was given to the mind 
that daily fed upon the scene around them. They had 
anyhow established a settlement and a place of growing 
allurement to American adventure, ambition and enter- 
prise. The American came; he looked through the 
Golden Gate, and his soul was uplifted. Senator Ben- 



Thej 
Looked 
Through 

the 
Golden 
Gate 



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Thej ton had said, his mental vision discerning its true signifi- 

Loohed cance, *' There is the East; there lies the road to India." 

Through And Fremont, standing upon the castellated crag of La 

the Loma, eyes filled with the refulgent beauty of the scene. 

Golden senses astir with emotion, and mind prescient of poten- 

Gate tialities, looked through, as well as named, that " road 

of passage and union between two hemispheres ' ' THE 

GOLDEN GATE. On his map of 1848 he wrote 

opposite this entrance " Chrysopylae, or Golden Gate," 

** for the same reason that the harbor of Byzantium, 

afterwards Constantinople, was called Chrysoceras, or 

Golden Horn." 

The fifties brought American settlers, Shattuck, Blake, 
Hillegass, Leonard, and others, who built their homes 
and prepared the land for the coming army of peacefiil 
occupants. The American tiller of the soil looked 
through the Golden Gate, and his own and his chil- 
dren's minds were made larger and happier by the aspira- 
tions and ideals it suggested. 

As Fremont had looked and had beheld with all-en- 
compassing mind the boundless resources and possibilities 
springing from nature and from man's puissant hand, so 
now looked Henry Durant, controlled by one domina- 
ting thought. " He had set out to seek a place where 
learning might find a peaceful home on our Pacific shore. ' ' 
"And he had come to the spot, where," narrates the 
brilliant Felton, ** rising calmly from the sunlit bay, the 
soft green slope ascended, gently at first, and then more 
abruptly, till it became a rugged storm-worn mountain 
and then disappeared in the sky. As he gazed upon the 



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glowing landscape he knew he had found it. He had 
found what he sought through life. Not alone the 
glory of the material landscape drew froni him the cry, 
'Eureka, I have found it! ' Before him, on that beau- 
tiful spring morning, other scenes, invisible save to him, 
passed before his mental vision. On the hill that looks 
out through the Golden Gate he saw the stately edifice 
opening wide its gates to all, the rich and the poor, the 
woman and the man; the spacious library loomed up 
before him, with its well-filled shelves, bringing together 
in ennobling communion the souls of the great and good 
of past ages with the souls of the young, fresh starters 
in the onward march of progress. In its peacefijl walls 
those who had made a new goal for progress were urg- 
ing on their descendants to begin where their career had 
ended, and to recognize no good as final save that which 
ends in perfect and entire knowledge. And before him 
in long procession the shadowy forms defiled of those to 
come. Standing on the heights of Berkeley he bade the 
distant generations ' Hail ! ' and saw them rising, * de- 
manding life impatient for the skies ' from what were 
then fresh, unbounded wildernesses on the shore of the 
great tranquil sea. 

** He welcomed them to the treasures of science and 
the delight of learning, to the immeasurable good of 
rational existence, the immortal hopes of Christianity, 
the light of everlasting truth. 

" And so, hero and sage, the memory of whose 
friendship raises me in my own esteem, I love to think 
of thee. I love to think of thee thus standing on the 



They 
Looked 
Through 

the 

Golden 

Gate 



15 



They heights of Berkeley, with the strong emotion lighting 

Looked thy features and the cry * Eureka ! ' on thy lips, as thy 

Through gaze goes through the Golden Gate to the broad Pacific 

the Ocean beyond." 
Golden On March i, 1858, the site was made the permanent 

Gate location for the College of California, and on April 16, 
i860, it was dedicated with formal ceremony and a 
prayer that it might be " a blessing to the youth of this 
State, and a center of usefulness in all this part of the 
world." 

Frederick Billings, name of honored power in the 
community, had looked, as one of this dedicatory com- 
pany, through the Golden Gate. His was the inspired 
function to name the intellectual seat that lay facing Fre- 
mont's Chrysopylae. The good Bishop of Cloyne, the 
imperishable philosopher, who had longed for a spot ** so 
placed geographically as to be fitted to spread religion 
and learning in a spiritual commerce over the western 
regions of the world," gave the note to Billings' inspira- 
tion, who christened the spot that looks eternally through 
the Golden Gate BERKELEY. 

By and by others' steps were led to Berkeley, agents 
of the State and those who not agents were yet lovers of 
California. Founders of the private college had thought 
that the mind of youth would be broadened when their 
imagination might be nourished by soaring afar upon the 
boundless ocean. And now the planters of the State's 
University saw the wisdom of those who had chosen 
Berkeley as education's home, and accepting the gracious 
gift of private effort, made that the State's intellectual 

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center. And here generations of California's flower of 
manhood and womanhood have looked through the 
Golden Gate of ever-broadening insight. Dead and 
useless is the soul of youth or man, of student or profes- 
sor, that has not daily, by nature's presence about him, 
felt his spirit lifted ever to higher things. An education 
of priceless worth is born within the mind that rightly 
combines in intimate development the intellectual treas- 
ures gathered in academic halls and the golden impres- 
sions that nature here unceasingly lends. 

Yet once again a prescient eye looks through the 
Golden Gate. A home of refined and splendid architect- 
ure is to be builded for a University of worthy achieve- 
ment and yet richer, nobler possibilities. The world's 
best genius is invoked to match nature's rarest creation 
with art's choicest work. The mind of Phebe Apper- 
son Hearst had looked through the Golden Gate. 

Wm. Carey Jones. 



They 

Looked 

Through 

the 

Golden 

Gate 



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Lang Syne 




IRTHS and Beginnings ! — the 
world will never weary of trac- 
ing them, that it may say, ** Be- 
hold here is the seed, the plan- 
tation, from which this vital 
growth sprang." Especially so 
if myth and legend have gath- 
ered about the genesis of a man 
or a community, so that origins 
are obscured in the tinted mists 
of a far horizon. Ages hence 
some historian will curiously un- 
wrap the dreamfolds in which 
Berkeley's earliest records will 
then be involved, and the local 
traditions will have antiquarian 
corners assigned to them in the 
libraries of Town and University. 
That this is not yet, Berkeley 
cannot reasonably be reproached. 
It got itself into human time as 
early as it could, and we must 
wait patiently until the dust has 
gathered on the vestiges of its 
origin and made them relics of 
antiquity. 

Time, however, has wrought 
for us here already an ample per- 
spective for the pictures of Rem- 
iniscence. Inasmuch as we can 



Lang 
Syne 



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Lang but glance hastily at a few of these, we will not look 
Syne back too far ; let it be, say, to the first five years of the 
quarter century that ends with this year of Ninety-eight. 
Those who dwelt here then should be pardoned if they 
venture to speak of that period as " the good old times." 
It was the bucoHc age of Berkeley, which was then, for 
the most part, about as God and Nature and the plough- 
ings of a few ranchmen had made it. To be sure. Ed- 
ucation, in its prime right, had secured and set apart for 
University grounds some two hundred of the most beau- 
tiful acres of Nature's wild estate. Also, about a score 
of dwellings were scattered here and there. But by far 
the larger part had the appearance of open common. 
The streets, (then only country roads,) were few; but 
numerous footpaths ran in all directions and led straight 
across the fields to everybody's door. There was hardly 
a right-angled corner to turn, in all the eastern portion of 
the town. Even the iron rails of the S. P. turned aside 
in a gracefiil curve to avoid the immovable cabin of Mrs. 

n. Detached patches of grain and hay ripened 

under the July sunshine. Everywhere else the assertive 
tarweed flourished, to smear with its black mucilage the 
trouser-leg and the trailing skirt. The summer trade- 
winds caught up a glory of dust into clouds that rivaled 
the fog. In clear and quiet weather each dwelling en- 
joyed an unobstructed view of the Bay, and the opening 
into the Pacific seemed so wide and ample that every 
resident, from Temescal almost to San Pablo, claimed 
for his own house the distinction of being ** exactly 
opposite the Golden Gate." The hills, eastward, held 



out as to-day their irresistible invitation to the stroller, Lang 
but wore the grace of a more perfect solitude than now. Syne 
One might wander there all day and be utterly alone ex- 
cept for the browsing kine, the bleating sheep, and the 
inquisitive ground squirrel. The glistening roofs of Oak- 
land and San Francisco appeared to be farther away than 
now from the lonely and rugged summit of Grizzly. 
Indeed, all Berkeley seemed much closer and more akin 
to nature than to the world of men. Alas ! (though 
this may be lamentable to only a reminiscent mood,) 
that a city should have arisen here, driving back the line 
of Nature's outposts, and covering her simplicities under 
a crust of civilized improvements ! 

Even the University was not so imposing as to-day, 
and seemed to the visitor more like a pioneer home of 
learning than an institution of world-wide relations and 
reputation. No one can begrudge to education the mul- 
tiplied facilities of the present time, but there was much 
that is memorable in the status of those early days. 
Characterized as it was by experimentation and the strug- 
gles incident to scanty resources and the uncertainties of 
popular support, it challenged the sympathetic and active 
interest of all lovers of liberal culture, and at all times, 
the little community here was a unit in championship of 
the University as against the outcries of prejudiced par- 
ties throughout the State. 

Perhaps this committal to a common cause was what 
gave to the people of the place a social unity also in that 
period. Moreover, we were hardly many enough then 
for factions and cliques, and the tracing of those occultly 



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Lang determined lines which mark oiF social zones and tem- 
Syne peratures. We enjoyed that pioneer sense of a general 
community of interests which characterizes the early 
stages of every growing society. Alas ! that it so invari- 
ably passes, when the tally of social units becomes the 
census of a multitude ! How will it be, we may wonder, 
with the one hundred and forty-four thousand, bearing 
the seal of sainthood, and gathered out of the earth, 
according to the Apocalypse, to swell the happy popula- 
tion of heaven ? 

However it may be with the angelic multitude in the 
fliture day, it is certain that the distinctly human and 
earthly dwellers in Berkeley, twenty and twenty-five 
years ago, were disposed to a generous and genial social 
grace. The free sociability of that time is a happy 
memory. The paths joining dwelling to dwelling were 
the worn ways of an impartial good-neighborhood. So, 
also, the trails among the hills ; they testified to the ram- 
ble and loiter of a chummy comradeship unchilled by 
hesitations. And it was even true that for a considerable 
time we had here but a single church, in which the 
variant faiths forgot their divergencies and coalesced in 
a unity of the spirit for the worship of the One Father. 
Good old times ! 

Some of the conspicuous figures of that earlier circle 
still move in the larger round of Berkeley life. They 
need not to be named here ; they are among the specially 
honored citizens of our present day, or hold their places 
in the University faculty through the deserts of their 
fidelity, wisdom, and beneficent achievements. Others 



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are now elsewhere in the world of men, putting their Lang 
hands to useful task and honorable service. And yet Syne 
others have "crossed the bar," and sailed forth through 
** Gates of Gold" to that far continent of our faith, 
built of *'the substance of things hoped for." 

May we not fittingly name two or three of these last, 
in token of a memory as touching them which no autumn 
of time will cause to fade and grow sere ? Among them 
was C. T. H. Palmer, whose native keenness of intel- 
lect, and preeminent social geniality transmuted even a 
disability into a much appreciated advantage, as an ictus 
for his ever ready wit, or for the incisive utterance of his 
unfailing word of wisdom. There was Edward Row- 
land Sill, whom to know in intimacy was to dwell in the 
presence of a living poem, in which the notes of Nature, 
the accents of the Infinite Spirit, and the holy passions 
of a human soul all sang in harmony, prophesying of 
vital truth. There, too, was that scholar of foremost rank, 
the elder Le Conte. For in those days there were two to 
be venerated and beloved under that honored surname ; 
although we more habitually "had reverence to them," 
(to adopt Mrs. Partington's felicitous misuse of a word,) 
by substituting those titles of special and affectionate dis- 
tinction — ** Professor John," and ** Professor Joe." 
There were others also with us then — like Hamilton, 
who dwelt for a time among the trees on the initial lift 
of yonder hill — who have since joined the Choir Invis- 
ible. These are now of those ** shadow men," departed 
out of the flesh, but living among us still through the 



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Lang vital persistence of the spirit, and our imperishable re- 
Syne membrance of their words and deeds. 

But now as these last lines are written the bells are 
ringing in an autumn day of this 1898. A glance 
through the open window reveals a new Berkeley, the 
hale and vigorous growth of a quarter century, testifying 
to the developing power of time, under the guidance of 
a dynamic idea such as Education. In this scene the 
vestiges of the old Berkeley are few, and some of them 
not easily traced. North and South Halls stand yet on 
their conspicuous sites, to give way eventually, no doubt, 
before the already invoked genius of the world, bringing 
in an architecture proportionate to Nature's work as 
here displayed. There are also yet to be seen most of 
the few houses of the former time ; but when memory 
knocks at the doors it is only to be met by strange faces 
and new voices. The Old has had its day; the New is 
here, and prevails in its incontestable right. And while 
we cherish the reminiscent pictures of the Berkeley that 
was, we rejoice in the Berkeley that is and is to be. 

Edward B. Payne. 



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"Joy of 

The Morning 




HEAR you, little bird. 
Shouting aswing above the broken wall. 
Shout louder yet: no song can tell it all. 
Sing to my soul in the deep still wood 
'Tis wonderful beyond the wildest word: 
I'd tell it, too, if I could. 



Joy 

of the 
Morning 



Oft when the white still dawn 

Lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart, 

I've felt it like a glory in my heart — 

(The world's mysterious stir) 

But had no throat like yours, my bird. 

Nor such a listener. 

Edwin Markham. 



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A Glimpse of 

The Birds of Berkeley 



Is the seasons come and go, a host 
of birds tarry within the confines 
of Berkeley, some to make their 
nests and rear their broods, others 
to sojourn for but a brief interval 
in passing from their summer to 
their winter haunts, and in the joy- 
ful return of spring. They in- 
habit the spreading branches of 
the live oaks, and the open mead- 
ows are their home. They dwell 
in the leafy recesses of the canons 
and haunt the shrubbery of our 
gardens. 

It is impossible to understand 
our birds without knowing some- 
thing of their surroundings — of 
the lovely reach of ascending 
plain from the bay shore to the 
rolling slopes of the Berkeley 
Hills (mountains, our eastern 
friends call them); of the cold, 
clear streams of water which have 
cut their way from the hill crests 
down into the plain, forming lovely 
canons with great old live oaks in 
their lower and more open por- 
tions, and sweet-scented laurel or 
bay trees crowded into their nar- 
rower and more precipitous parts; 



A 

Glimpse 

of the 

Birds of 

Berkeley 



33 



A of the great expanse of open hill slopes, green and 

Glimpse tender during the months of winter rain, and soft brown 

of the and purple when the summer sun has parched the grass 

Birds of and flowers. These, with cultivated gardens and fields 

Berkeley of grain, make the environment of our birds, and here 

they live their busy lives. 

There comes a morning during the month of Septem- 
ber when a peculiarly clear, crisp quality of the air first 
suggests the presence of autumn. It is something intan- 
gible, inexpressible, but to me vital and significant of 
change. In my morning walk I notice the first red tips 
upon the maple leaves, and catch the first notes of au- 
tumn birds. I hear the call of the red-breasted nuthatch, 
a fine, monotonous, far-away pipe, uttered in a succes- 
sion of short notes, and upon looking among the live 
oaks, detect the little fellow hopping about upon the 
bark. He is a mere scrap of a bird, with a back of 
bluish gray and a breast of a dull, rusty-red hue, a cap of 
black and a white stripe over the eye — a veritable gnome 
of the bark, upon which he lives the year round. In 
its crannies he pries with his strong, sharply-pointed beak 
for his insect food, and in some hollow his little mate 
lays her eggs and rears her brood. With so many 
woodpecker traits he nevertheless differs widely in struc- 
ture from that group, being more closely allied to the 
wrens and titmice. He is with us in greater or less 
abundance throughout the winter, and his very charac- 
teristic call may be heard from time to time both in the 
University Grounds and in the canons. 

With the nuthatches, come from their northern breed- 



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ing places, the pileolated warblers, and other shy wood- 
creatures which haunt the quiet, out-of-the-way nooks, 
and shrink from the presence of man. The pileolated 
warbler is one of the loveliest, daintiest creatures that 
visit us. As I walk in my favorite nook in the hills, 
Woolsey's Canon, to the north of the University 
Grounds, I see a lithe, active, alert little bird, gleaning 
for insects among the leaves, now high up among the 
branches, and again darting hither and thither downward 
to where the fine thread of water has formed a pool, 
there to bathe an instant and then, with a lightsome toss 
of spray flirted from its wings, to resume its quest among 
the bay leaves. It is a waif of gold with a crown of 
jet, and its song, a sweet, sudden burst of woodland 
music, is quite in keeping with the singer. 

Let me picture my canon in the autumn time, when 
the open hill-slopes are covered with tarweed and dead 
grass, and the country roads are deep in dust. There is 
a quiet, almost sacred feeling about the place, shut in by 
steep hill-slopes, crowded with bay trees through which 
the sun filters in scattered beams, and carpeted with ferns 
and fallen leaves. Bulrushes, with their long, graceful 
filaments encircling their jointed stems, spring from the 
tangle of shrubbery, and the broad, soft leaves of the 
thimbleberry, now beginning to turn brown, fill in the 
recesses with foliage. Great slimy, yellowish-green 
slugs cling to the moist rocks, and water-dogs sprawl 
stupidly in the pools. 

A loud, ringing call sounds above as a flicker comes 
our way and announces his presence with an emphatic 



A 

Glimpse 

of the 

Birds of 

Berkeley 



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A ye up ! He is with us all the year through, and an inter- 

Glimpse esting fellow, I have found him. Not wholly a wood- 
of the pecker, and yet too closely related to that family to be 
Birds of widely parted, he is an anomaly in the bird world. 
Berkeley Sometimes he alights upon the ground and grubs for food 
like a meadow lark, while again he hops in true wood- 
pecker fashion upon the tree trunk, pecking holes in the 
bark. He has the proud distinction of being the 
only California bird which habitually intermarries with 
an eastern representative of the genus — the golden-shafted 
flicker of the Atlantic States and the red-shafted flicker of 
the Pacific region intermingling in a most bewildering 
way, so that hybrids are almost as numerous in some sec- 
tions as the pure species. 

The flicker is a large, showy bird, somewhat greater 
than a robin in size, with a conspicuous white rump- 
patch, and with the shafts and inner webs of the wings 
and tail colored a bright scarlet. The male bird is also 
adorned with a streak of the same color on each side of 
the throat. The back is brown, closely barred with 
black, and the under parts are pinkish buff, marked with 
a large black crescentic patch on the breast and conspicu- 
ous round black dots on the lower portions of the body. 

In the spring time the flickers bore a deep hole in a 
decayed oak Hmb and the mother bird lays there ten or more 
of the most beautiful eggs which ever gladdened a mother 
bird's heart, save that I fear her little home is too dark 
to give her so much as a peep at her treasures. They 
are white, with a wavy texture, like water marks in the 
shell, and, when fresh, beautifully flushed with pink, 

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more delicate in color than a baby's ear. When the A 

young brood are all hatched what a clamoring and call- Glimpse 
ing there is about that hole, what an array of hungry of the 
beaks are thrust out awaiting the morsel that the busy Birds of 
parent carries to them I But now, in the autumn time, Berkeley 
the family cares are ended and the flicker roams the wood- 
land contented and well fed. Long may his piercing, 
buoyant call ring amid our hills, and his coat of many 
colors adorn our landscape! 

I cannot speak of noisy birds without recalling the 
jays, for they are the noisiest, rollicking, happy-go-lucky 
fellows that make their home in our canons. They 
laugh and screech by turns, they question and scold. 
Even when on the wing they utter a succession of loud, 
insistent call notes, and upon alighting, mischievously 
question in a shrill squeak, '* well? well? " I am speak- 
ing of the California jay which is the common species 
about Berkeley, — a long, rather slender fellow, without 
a crest such as the blue-fronted jay of the redwoods 
possesses. Its back is colored blue and brownish gray, 
and its breast is a lighter gray, edged and faintly streaked 
with blue. Its manners are often quiet and dignified 
when sitting still and eyeing an intruder, not without a 
half scornful, half inquisitive glance, I fancy ; but with 
a sudden whim it is aroused to animation, flirting its tail, 
bending its head on one side and suddenly fluttering away 
with a loud laugh. 

Another of my caiion friends is the wren tit, a bird 
which is found only in California, and without a coun- 
terpart, so far as I am aware, the world over. It is a 

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A friend y little fellow, considerably smaller than a sparrow. 

Glimpse but with a long tail usually held erect in true wren fash- 
of the ion. Its plumage is soft and fluiFy and its colors as 
Birds of sober as a monk's, brown above and below, but some- 
Berkeley what paler on the under portions where a tinge of cinna- 
mon appears. The wren tit is a fearless, friendly little 
creature, hopping about in the tangle of blackberry vines 
almost within reach of my outstretched hand, but so 
quiet are its colors and so dense the thickets which it 
inhabits, that the careless eye might well overlook it. 
The little low chatter which it utters tells us of its pres- 
ence, and if we wait quietly for a moment it may even 
favor us with a song. It is a simple strain, a high- 
pitched pipe — tit— tit— tit— t r r r r r e ! but a sweet and 
characteristic note in our caiions. 

As autumn moves on apace the winter birds assemble 
in foil force. The golden-crowned sparrows come flock- 
ing from their Alaskan and British Columbian homes, 
and the Gambel's white-crowned sparrows from their 
breeding places in the mountains, — the one adorned with 
a crown of dull gold, black bordered, and the other 
vdth a head marked with broad stripes of black and 
white. Both have backs ot streaked brown and gray, 
and breasts of buff or ash. They are among our com- 
monest and most familiar winter residents, dwelling in 
our gardens as well as in the thickets among the hills, 
and singing even during the milder rains. The call note 
of both species is a lisping tsip, and their songs have the 
same quality of tone — a fine, high, long-drawn whistle. 
I have written down the most usual song of each species 

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in musical form, and repeat them as follows. The 
golden-crowned sparrow sings : 

8va 



$ 



The song of Gambel's sparrow is a trifle more elabo- 
rate, commencing on an upward scale, instead of the 
downward, as in the former case. Loud and clear 
comes from the rose bushes the treble whistle : 



8va. 



^ -^ "^t. ^t 



-^ ♦ 



Gambel's sparrow sings not only all day long but 
occasionally at night. Often upon a dark, misty night in 
February or March I have heard a sudden burst of bird 
music, and recognized the very clearly-marked strains of 
this bird. Coming out of the dark, damp night, so sud- 
den and so beautiful, and followed by so perfect a calm, 
I know of no more impressive bird music. 

When the rainy months of winter are ended and the 
meadow lark is sounding his loud, rich strains from the 
field, and the linnet is fluttering and bubbling over with 
song, a host of merry travelers come hurrying to our 
trees and gardens. The jolly little western house wren 



A 

Glimpse 

of the 

Birds of 

Berkeley 



39 



A bobs about in the brush, and, as the wild currant puts 

Glimpse forth its first pink, pendulous blossoms, the beautiful little 
of the rufous humming-bird comes to dine upon them. I know 
Birds of not how he times his visit so closely, but certain it is 
Berkeley that the pungent woody odor of these blossoms is in- 
separably linked in my mind with the fine, high, insect- 
like note of these pugnacious little mites in coats of shim- 
mering fire, that come to us from Central America at the 
very first intimation of spring. 

In April arrive the summer birds, full of the joy of 
the mating season. The Bullock's oriole, clad in black, 
orange, and gold, sings its loud, elated strain from the 
tree tops, the black-headed grosbeak carols in the or- 
chard, the lovely, little, blue-backed, red-breasted lazuli 
bunting warbles in the shrubbery, and finally, the stately, 
russet-backed thrush, quiet and dignified in his coat of 
brown, with white, speckled breast, the most royal 
singer of our groves, sends forth upon the evening air 
such sweet organ tones that the whole night is full of 
melody. 

I would that our birds might receive some measure 
of the appreciation which is due them, and that we might 
all turn at times trom the busy affairs of life to listen to 
their sweet songs and winning ways. May they ever 
find within the confines of Berkeley a haven of refuge 
from that merciless persecution which is steadily reduc- 
ing their numbers. May they find here loving friends 
ready to champion their cause, and may they ever be 
considered the chief ornament of our hills and gardens ! 

Charles A. Keeler. 
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Walks About 
Berkeley 



[E casual observer might find very 
little of promise in the Berkeley 
hills to lure him on to their ex- 
ploration. Their brown slopes, 
wrinkled and threadbare as the 
sleeve of a hunter's jacket, seem 
to reveal to the very first glance 
all that they hold in store. No 
surprise, surely, can be waiting 
for one on those bare, open hill- 
sides. The imagination pictures 
no secret nooks, no wooded ra- 
vines, no crag or waterfall behind 
the straggling screen of fern and 
scrub that fringes its waterways. 
Yet, after all, the charm of sur- 
prise is a veritable feature of the 

walks about Berkeley — surprise 
not keen and startling, to be sure, 
but genuine and of the quality 
that does not pall by frequent repe- 
tition. Thus it is that the num- 
ber and variety of these rambles 
is a source of unending pleasure to 
those who have come to know 
them. There is a large gradation 
too in their extent and in the effort 
they require: — the quiet saunter up 
Strawberry Caiion in the gloam- 
ing, the long afternoon ramble 



Walks 

About 

Berkeley 



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Walks over the hills to Orindo Park, the all-day tramp by the 
About Fish Ranch to Redwood Canon and Maraga Peak, or 
Berkeley more strenuous still, the cross-country trip to Diablo. 
You may follow the quiet country lanes with pastures, 
orchards, and grain-fields dotted about here and there 
among the enveloping wildness. You may even find 
abandoned roadways leading nowhither, constructed at 
large expense by some one who surely was a lover of 
his kind, and now bequeathed to your sole use and be- 
hoof. You may thread some cool, mossy ravine where 
the stream runs deep in its rocky channel, under a close 
roof of alders and redwoods. Or you may breast the 
steep slope, each step opening up a wider and wider 
prospect, until from the east you catch the exultant flash 
of Sierra snows, and on the west, far beyond Golden 
Gate and Farallones, you gaze with awe on the immen- 
sity of the Pacific. 

I do not mean to weary the reader with an itinerary 
of these various routes, or a tabulation of their peculiar 
charms. Such things are best learned when they come 
with the zest of discovery. To one quaint nook only 
would I oiFer to conduct my reader, and with the more 
reason, perhaps, because while it is easy enough of ac- 
cess, it seems to be very little known. The place is 
called Boswell's, though why so called I have never been 
able to guess. The name suggests human habitation at 
least, if not also vulgar resort and entertainment; but 
both suggestions are wide of the mark. Our visit shall 
be on some bright morning in April. We take the train 
to Berryman station, and zig-zagging thence northwest- 



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ward, we soon are clear of the thin fringe of dwelling- 
houses, and out among the fields. Our course so far 
has been as if for Peralta Park; but instead of turning 
sharply down to the west at the margin of a little creek, 
we cross the bridge, and follow the country lane north- 
ward. When the lane also turns abruptly westward, 
some half-mile further on, we abandon it altogether, 
continuing our former direction over fields and fences, 
and across two little waterways. Beyond the second 
rivulet we reach a broad slope thickly strewn with rocks 
and boulders, and dotted about with low trees and 
shrubs. This is Boswell's. 

The air all along has been fvill of the sounds and 
scents of spring: — the gurgling notes of the meadow- 
lark, the rich smell of newly ploughed fields, the warm 
breath of mustard in bloom. But this untamable rock- 
strewn area, like the Buddhist monasteries of the far 
east, has become a veritable sanctuary for plants and liv- 
ing creatures that could not maintain themselves in the 
open in their unequal struggle with that fell destroyer, 
man. Here the wood-rat has piled undisturbed his huge 
shelter of sticks. The warbler and the thrush are sing- 
ing from every covert. The woodpecker and the squir- 
rel shadow you from behind tree-trunk or rock to dis- 
cover your intent in trespassing thus upon their private 
domain; while the flycatcher flashes his defiance in your 
very face, if you venture too near his mate on her nest. 
Nor is it otherwise with the plants. Delicate species 
that are fast disappearing before cultivation — the blue 
nemophila, the shy calochortus, the bright pansy-violet — 



Walks 

About 

Berkeley 



45 



Walks bloom here undisturbed in all their pathetic beauty. 

About "If God so clothe the grass of the field, which to-day 

Berkeley is, and to-morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not 

much more clothe you, O ye of little faith? " 

But we linger here too long upon the threshold. The 
tract is a considerable one, and midway there is thrust 
up into it from the west a sombre wedge of eucalyptus 
forest, contrasting strangely with the rest of the scene. 
For here we seem to be in a region three thousand miles 
away, — in a veritable bit of New England hill-pasture 
with its labyrinthine paths, its ever-changing short vistas, 
its endless series of little secluded alcoves walled about 
with shrubbery and carpeted with grass and flowers. 
The rocks too are of striking size and form, and culmi- 
nate near the lower end of the tract in a bold, fantastic 
crag, in itself well worth the effort to visit it. But the 
most unlooked-for feature of the place is its air of remote- 
ness and seclusion. Here it lies, spread out on the open 
hillside, in full view from bay and from town. Yet as 
we thread its quiet alleys, or lie dreaming in the sun- 
shine under the lee of its rocks, we seem to have 
journeyed leagues from the work-a-day world we left 
behind us but an hour ago. 

It is good to be here ! And good it is also to return 
to the world. The joy of the scene and the season, the 
clearer brain and quickened pulses we shall bring back 
with us as we take up again the effort and struggle. 
And more than this we may sometimes bring from such 
a sanctuary, — some heavenly vision, — some far-seen 
glimpse of a transfigured life that may be ours, — in the 



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strength of which we shall go many days, even unto the Walks 
mount of God. Jbout 

Cornelius Beach Bradley. 



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The Trees of 
Berkeley 



^!^<?S 



^^^\^ 



JMONG many happy remem- 
brances of the Californian out-of- 
door world which some sixteen 
years of residence on that delight- 
ful coast have left with me, to 
istay while memory lasts, is that 
' of the Berkeley landscape. And 
one cherishes such a mental pic- 
ture as that of those massive 
hills, with undulating slopes and 
rounded summits, all verdure-clad 
I and flowery, almost from the 
I beginning of the year till mid- 
summer ; then for succeeding 
weeks as beautiful with a kind of 
harvest-field yellow, this deepening 
into brown as autumn days draw 
near ; and always varying in their 
beauty with every change in the 
everchanging sky ; beautiful under 
I cloud, and in sunshine ; beautiful 
in the light of early morning, in 
the effulgence of noonday, and at 
the setting of the sun. 

And this fine picture of the 
higher hills has a rich foreground 
in the groves and thickets which 
adorn the lower slopes and thence 
extend to the plain below. Al- 
I ders throughout the northern zone 



The 
Trees oj 
Berkeley 



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The follow the water courses in hilly districts, but usually as 
Trees of a fringe of shrubs ; but here in the Berkeley canons they 
Berkeley are trees, and shapely ones, almost replacing the admired 
beeches of our Eastern States and of Europe ; the beech 
being absent from California. And above the alders, on 
drier ground flourishes the California Laurel ; this, in its 
compact habit, perennial verdure, keen fragrance of foli- 
age, and in the beauty of its wood, having no compeer 
among its own kindred on our continent. 

And the more humble woody and bushy growths 
associated along the stream-banks with the trees afore- 
named, in their own way surpass them in grace and 
beauty. Such are the pink-flowered wild currants ; and 
even the wild gooseberries native to these hills ; and 
these last, though they yield but prickly and insipid 
fruits, more than compensate for this at flowering time 
by the strongly contrasted clear white and deep red or 
dark purple of their large almost fuchsia-like flowers ; 
these being put forth in profusion often before the mild 
winter season of Berkeley is past. A few weeks later and 
the ceanothus bushes, masses of bloom intensely blue, are 
seen intermixed with the soft plume-like white panicles 
of the wild spiraea ; the two together, or either one alone, 
charming every lover of the flowery out-of-door world. 

The groves which formerly covered all the compara- 
tively level country that lies along the bases of the hills, 
and of which considerable remnants are still to be seen, 
especially on the University grounds, consisted mainly 
of the native oak, with more or less of the Californian 
Buckeye, or Horsechestnut intermixed. Within the last 

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forty years many exotic trees have been planted, either The 
among the oaks, or in masses apart from them, where Trees of 
they now form separate groves. But it is interesting to Berkeley 
note in what perfect keeping with the landscape of 
rounded hills above them the native oaks are, as to form 
and outline. For all of them, however large, present a 
comparatively low, broad, and evenly rounded figure, 
exceedingly unlike that of the oaks of other countries, 
and exactly harmonizing with the general outlines of the 
Californian coast hills whose bases they adorn. Enter- 
ing under one of these oaks, the trunk is seen to be 
parted from near the ground into ten or more, each 
separate trunk extending upwards half horizontally, in 
such wise that the horizontal extent of the tree as a 
whole quite exceeds its height ; and occasionally one or 
more of the arms of the trunk almost recline along the 
ground ; thus affording not only a deep shade, but a 
resting place for the out-of-door saunterer who enters 
this leafy retreat. And, our oaks retain their verdure 
throughout the year. Without being evergreen in the 
strictest sense, yet, the leaves of one season remain fresh 
and in place all through autumn and winter, and are only 
ready to fall when the foliage for the new year is almost 
fiill-grown in April. 

The Buckeye is also, in a smaller way, broad, rather 
than tall, and offers almost as deep and banyan-like a 
bower of shadiness in summer as the oak ; and in flower, 
with its long spindle-like garlands of pale pinkish bloom, 
is one of the finest ornamental trees of which any land 
can boast. 



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The Somewhat later in the summer than the flowering of 

Trees of the Buckeye, there appear the rather dull-white clusters 
Berkeley of the bloom of the Christmas Berry, or Californian 
Holly ; a small tree, and evergreen ; not at all conspicu- 
ous in flower, yet, in November and December days, 
when its ample bunches of berries have ripened to rich 
crimson, easily rivalling the real Holly in its beauty. 

The exotic trees which have found the Cahfornian soil 
and chmate congenial, and which have come to form a 
notable element in the Berkeley landscape, are so numer- 
ous in species that one must not attempt to name half of 
them, where space is limited ; but there are some which 
should not here be left without brief mention. The 
large Eucalypti, for example, when growing singly or in 
small groups among the native oaks, and towering far 
above them, have not only a certain combination of 
grace and majesty of their own, but give a variety to the 
landscape which is most pleasing. 

And again ; the Cassias, so surpassingly beautiful 
when, at the end of winter, they deck themselves com- 
pletely in soft sprays of feathery yellow bloom — these in 
all their varieties, unite with lilac and laburnum, almond- 
tree and apple-tree, and a host of other flower-bearing 
tree-growths, to make the Berkeley parks and ways in 
spring fair and fragrant as the paths of Paradise. 

Edward L. Greene. 



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On Berkeley 
Hills 




I HE sun lies warm on Berkeley hills : On 

The long, fair slopes bend softly down Berkeley 
To fold in loving arms the town ; Hills 

The sun-kissed uplands rise and swell. 
And blue-eyed-grass and pimpernel 
Dot the young meadow's velvet sheen. 
The air with spring-time music thrills. 
Sweet songs of birds in halls of green 
On Berkeley hills. 

The sun lies warm on Berkeley hills : 
The poppies gleaming orange-red 
Down the broad fields their mantles spread ; 
Beyond the marshes glints the Bay, 
Its islands lying brown and bare 
Leviathan-like sunning there. 
Brave ships are sailing through the gate. 
The wind their spreading canvas fills — 
It whispered through the trees, but late. 
On Berkeley hills. 

The sun lies warm on Berkeley hills : 
Across the Bay, from misty view 
The City rises toward the blue ; 
With feet of clay, with burdened wings. 
Yet pressing up to better things 
From level height to level height ! 
Here where the hush all clamor stills 
Her beauty shows, a goodly sight. 
From Berkeley hills. 

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On The sun lies warm on Berkeley hills : 
Berkeley The wide gate beckons out to sea. 
Hills Swift birds above, poised high and free 
Invite the soul to golden flight 
To where there open on the sight 
Large visions of that coming day 
When faith that sees, when hope that wills 
Shall bring man's best to dwell alway 
On Berkeley hills. 



Adeline Knapp. 



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The Love of 
Life 




jANY years ago, just as the fairy books The 
have it, the entire Berkeley land from Love of 
the summit of the hills, flecked with Life 
cloud-shadows, to the sands of the bay 
shore, lying naked in the sun, belonged 
to the wild flowers and their friends, 
the trees and shrubs. The right of the flowers, children 
of the Sun, to possess the canons, slopes and fields, is of 
exceedingly ancient origin : nurtured by Mother Earth, 
heedful of the call of the Rain God, responding to their 
guardian, the Sun, they made annual proclamation of 
their title. Each year the wealthy Lupine family came 
forth to give the sign ; lowly Nemophilas chose their 
places ; Brodiaeas, purple-stalked, joined the company, 
while round about, leaving nowhere a vacant place, in- 
numerable throngs of parti-colored Gilias followed in the 
crimson wake of Calandrinia. Hundreds of zealous re- 
tainers joined this foregathering of the inhabitants of the 
fields. On the remoter landscape, the Baerias filmed the 
ground with gold, while high on some half-inaccessible 
cafion wall, Godetias and Clarkias, crimson-mouthed and 
scarlet-lipped, stood as beautifiil as victory. 

After the caballero, came our own house-building and 
pasture-inclosing people who left scarcely a ** common " 
where the delicate " first inhabitants " might live as they 
had lived in the old days, but appropriated nearly every 
bit of meadow and hill-slope to themselves. 

And still our people, not content with so much, trooped 
out of their houses at that season when the apple-blossom 
comes again on the tree, and made unceasing war on the 

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The flower people, especially on those most graceful or engag- 
Love of ing, so that a blossom raised its head in overflow of hap- 

Life piness only to meet death. Those people who, perhaps 
being lazy, came not early enough, returned into the 
houses empty-handed, or pulled green branches from the 
trees and shrubs (because they are the friends of the 
flowers), stripping down the bark and leaving long gaping 
bleeding wounds. 

Now some of the wild flowers retreated into the hills, 
some found half-secure hiding places in the edges of 
thickets, and some were never seen again. But a few 
others, hardy adventurers, returned each year with the 
passing of the winter rains. Do you not wonder that 
this is so ? Why is it ? It is because of the overmaster- 
ing love of life, which is their inheritance, and the end- 
less pains that the plant takes to secure its own safety and 
the safety and highest welfare of its children. Blue Dicks 
people the south canon-sides, a glad company, because 
Blue Dick keeps most of his precious body deep in the 
ground and there providently stores food against blossom- 
ing and seed-making time. A handsome fellow is Blue 
Dick in the month of March, with his Hght-blue flowers 
hugging close together and their royal purple coats thrown 
half back, the whole cluster of them raised on a leafless 
stalk. As for the leaves, they are very long, and you 
will find them close to the ground. 

The Yellow Violet is just such another contriving plant. 
The enemies of him pull him up by the roots, or think 
they do, not knowing, luckily, that the coral-like strands 
which are torn from the ground are not roots after all but 

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only underground stems. The real roots lie very deeply The 
buried and, so, the Yellow Violet goes bravely on flower- Love of 
ing year after year, striving to bear seedpods that its Life 
family may increase in the land of open woods. 

In April, King's Cups sprinkle the fields, the yellow 
flowers borne in such nest-like rosettes of leaves that some 
of us call them Golden Eggs ! The spreading petals 
terminate a long thread-like tube that runs down almost 
into the ground where the seed-bearing part is hidden out 
of harm's way. What eqxuisite care is this ! What 
bolder expression of the desire to live ! 

In February and April, Buttercups color the pastured 
hills for leagues and leagues, brilliant in the sun, appearing 
on the distant slopes as if painted into the very texture of 
the earth itself Are you not ready to ask why grazing 
animals do not hke Buttercup leaves and buds ? The 
Buttercup knows why ! Of this we may be sure : if ever 
grazing animals once found the Buttercup palatable, then 
there would never be a second generation of Buttercups. 

Some time we shall see more of the wonderful things 
in Nature and so shall the wonder grow that we shall 
forget our primitive instincts and delight no more in the 
hunter's joy, the kill for the sake of the kill. Some time 
there will be here in Berkeley a wild-flower protection 
society, just as in older states, and those who have wide 
grounds will give the wild flowers a corner — all their 
own. Some time, gentle reader, the call will come down 
from the mountain top and you shall come up from the 
valley and go on a little journey over the hills on a rainy 
April day, the high grass wet, the west wind blowing, 

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The and with new perceptions the true story of the wild 
Love of flowers will be told you in every gesture of leaf and 

Life curve of bud. Doubtless the flowers are happiest when 
the sun shines ; when their gay colors signal the passing 
bee or butterfly, carriers of pollen, the transfer of which, 
as you know, makes better seeds and seedlings and the 
seedlings better and larger plants. But in stormy weather, 
when the rain drops are falHng and you can hear the 
sound of water running in the gulches, some of the most 
curious and interesting features of their lives are disclosed 
to even the least sympathetic observer : behold the eager 
attitude of their leaves stretched out for light, the way in 
which they keep warm, the ingenious manner in which 
protection is secured against rain. These are some of 
many things that will excite your senses, and then your 
responsive nature will find on every hand the choice in- 
habitants of the hills warm with emotions, on every side 
you will see the effort for self-preservation, everywhere 
the expression of the overmastering desire — the love of 
life. 

Willis L. Jepson. 



64 



A Berkeley Bird and 
Wild-Flower Calendar 




H ! well I mind the calendar, 
Faithful through a thousand years, 
Of the painted race of flowers, 
Exact to days, exact to hours, 
Counted on the spacious dial 
Yon broidered zodiac girds. 
I know the trusty almanac 
Of the punctual coming-back. 
On their due days, of the birds. 

Ralph Waldo Emerson. 



Berkeley 
Bird and 
Wild- 
Flower 
Calendar 




DO not want change : I want the same old and 
loved things, the same wild-flowers, the same 
trees and soft ash-green ; the blackbirds, the 
coloured yellowhammer sing, sing, singing so long 
as there is light to cast a shadow on the dial, 
for such is the measure of his song, and I want 
them in the same place — let me watch the same 



succession year by year. 

Proem : The Pageant of Summer. 



Richard Jefferies. 



67 



3(inU(l1'y Townsend's Solitaire. Very rare. 
Birds Lutescent Warbler. Common resident. 

Pine Finch. Occasional in flocks during winter. 
California Woodpecker. Common at times in winter. 
Western Golden-crowned Kinglet. Fairly common 

winter resident. 
Ruby-crowned Kinglet. Abundant during the winter 

months. 
Western Robin. Common at times in flocks in winter. 
Western Winter Wren. Rare winter visitant. 
Dwarf Hermit Thrush. Common, but shy winter 

resident. 
Western Blue-bird. Common at times in flocks. 



It's little I can tell 

About the birds in books ; 

And yet I know them well, 

By their music and their looks. 

When Spring comes down the lane, 

Her airy lovers throng 

To welcome her with song, 

And follow in her train : 

Each minstrel weaves his part 

In that wild-flowery strain, 

And I know them all again 

By their echo in my heart. 

Henry van Dyke. 



68 



Pussy Willows. Along creek banks. UaitUiiry 

Blue Hound's Tongue. Thickets of the canons. flOWCri 

Chickweed. In the shade of walls and fences. 
Shepherd's Purse. Common in field and by roadside. 
Flowering Currant. In canons and along streams. 



Thou sendest forth Thy Spirit ; they are created ; and Thou renew- 
est the face of the earth." 

David the Psalmist. 



Pleased Nature's heart is always young, 
Her golden harp is ever strung ; 
Singing and playing, day to day, 
She passes happy on her way. 



John Vance Cheney. 



69 



TcbfUafy Gambel's White-crowned Sparrow. Very abundant in 
Birds flocks. 

Golden-crowned Sparrow. Abundant in flocks. 
Samuel's Song Sparrow. Very common resident. 
Oregon Junco. Common in flocks during winter. 
Townsend's Sparrow. Common, but solitary. 
Oregon Towhee. Common resident of the canons. 
California Brown Towhee. Very abundant every- 
where. 
American Goldfinch. Locally distributed in flocks. 
Evening Grosbeak. Very rare. 
Cedar Bird. Occasional in flocks. 



The endless, sweet reiterations of birds mean something wiser than 
we dream of in our lower life here. 

Harriet Beecher Stowe. 



Do you ne'er think what wondrous beings these ? 
Whose household words are songs in many keys, 
Sweeter than instrument of man e'er caught ! 
Whose habitations in the tree-tops even 
Are half-way houses on the road to heaven ! 

Henry W. Longfellow. 



70 



How fitting to have every day in a vase of water on your table, TCbfU31*y 
the wild-flowers of the season which are just blossoming. Tl0W(r$ 

Henry D. Thoreau. 



Trillium. In heavily-shaded canons. 

Wild Cucumber. Ivy-like ; over stumps and shrubs. 

Indian Paint-Brush. Rocky points of the hills. 

Wood Sorrel. In sunny, sheltered corners. 

Leather Wood. In Strawberry Canon. 

Indian Lettuce. Shade of oaks and laurels. 

Dandelion. A bright apparition of field and meadow. 



Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the way, 
My childhood's earliest thoughts are linked with thee. 

To the Dandelion. 

James Russell Lowell. 



Simple and fresh and fair from winter's close emerging, 

Forth from its sunny nook of shelter' d grass — innocent, golden, calm 

as the dawn, 
The spring's first dandelion shows its trustful face. 

Walt Whitman. 



71 



IDarcb Burrowing Owl. Found in the hills. Becoming scarce. 
Difa$ Western Screech Owl. Resident. Common. 

Barn Owl. Formerly common about town. Now rare. 

Western Great Horned Owl. Occasional in the woods. 

Barn Swallow. Common. 

ClifF Swallow. Abundant. 

California Partridge (Valley Quail). Fairly abundant. 

Pileolated Warbler. Solitary as a rule. 

Brewer's Blackbird. Abundant in flocks. 



There is something almost pathetic in the fact that the birds remain 
for ever the same. You grow old, your friends die, events sweep on 
and all things are changed. Yet there in your garden or orchard are 
the birds of your boyhood, the same notes, the same calls. 

The swallows, that built so far out of your reach beneath the eaves 
of your father's barn, the same ones now chatter beneath the eaves 
of your barn. The warblers and shy wood-birds you pursued with such 
glee ever so many moons ago, no marks of change cling to them ; the 
whistle of the quail, the strong piercing note of the meadow-lark — how 
these sounds ignore the years, and strike on the ear with the melody of 
that spring-time when the world was young. 

A Bird Medley. 

John Burroughs. 



72 



Then, all at once, the land laughed into bloom. Ulsrcb 

Alfred Austin. rlOWvrj 



Wild Cyclamen or Shooting-Stars. Common on hill- 
sides. 

Brodiaea. Very abundant on sunny hillslopes. 

California Lilac. In bosky thickets. 

Fuchsia-flowered Gooseberry. Steep canon-sides. 

Ferns. Giving beauty and grace to canons and hills. 

Sun Cups or Golden Eggs. On low slopes. 

Bush Lupine. Abundant on canon-sides. 

Calendrinia. Low hillsides. 

Filaree. Common carpet of roadside, pasture, orchard 
and vacant lot. 

Eschscholtzia or California Poppy. The golden glory 
of field and wayside. 



Thy satin vesture richer is than looms 
Of Orient weave for raiment of her kings. 

The Eicbscholtzia. 

Ina Coolbrith. 



73 



Upril For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone ; the flowers 

Bif dS appear on the earth ; the time of the singing of birds is come. 

Song of Solomon. 



Western House Wren. Very common. 

Plain-crested Titmouse. Very common among the live- 
oaks. 

California Bush Tit (Tomtit). Abundant. An early 
nester. 

California Purple Finch. Rather rare. 

Black Pewee (Black-headed Flycatcher). Very com- 
mon. 

Bullock's Oriole. Tolerably common. 

Red-winged Blackbird. Locally distributed. 

Green-backed Goldfinch (Wild Canary). With us all 
the year round. 

Rufous Hummer. A radiant visitor from Central Amer- 
ica. 



And here the wild birds sing, 
And there the wild flowers blow ; 
My heart — 'tis on the wing, 
I know not where 'twill go. 

John Vance Cheney. 



74 



Yellow Pansy. Among the scattered oaks on Boswell's JiptW 
ranche, and at Point Isabel. TlOWm 

Blue-eyed Grass or Nigger Babies. Thick in moist 
pastures. 

Nemophila. In Strawberry Canon, also on trail to Wild 
Cat Caiion from North Berkeley. 

Wild Oats. An home from hilltop to the bay shore. 

Pepper Grass. Moist waysides. 

Yellow Mustard. Luxuriant on plain and meadow. 

Buttercups. Abundant everywhere. 



The flowering of the buttercups is always a great, and I may truly 
say, a religious event in any year. 

The Buttercup. 

James Russell Lowell. 

Oh, for the time 

Of the mustard's prime; 

For the shifting haze 

Of its yellow maze ; 
For the airy toss 
Of its yellow gloss 5 

For the amber lights 

Along the heights 
Of the verdurous April ways. 

Anna Catherine Markham. 



75 



Ittay Western Flycatcher. Common, nesting in mossy banks. 
Blfd$ Warbling Vireo. Common summer resident. 

Summer Warbler. Less common of late. 

Rufous crowned Sparrow. Fairly common in the hills. 

Western Savannah Sparrow. In open fields. 

Lazuli Bunting. Common summer resident. 

Western Lark Finch. Common summer resident. 

Russet-backed Thrush. Abundant. A peerless song- 
ster. 



All the notes of the forest-throng, 
Flute, reed and string are in his song ; 
Never a fear knows he, nor wrong, 
Nor a doubt of anything. 

The Thruih. 

Edward Rowland Sill. 



That's the wise thrush ; he sings each song twice over 
Lest you should think he never could recapture 
The first, fine, careless rapture. 

Robert Browning. 



76 



The voice of one who goes before to make ID<iy 

The paths of June more beautiful, is thine, TlOWtfS 

Sweet May. 

Helen Hunt Jackson. 



Cream Cups. Moist hillside fields above North Berke- 
ley towards Grizzly Peak and Wild Cat Canon. 

Fritillaria. Rich mould of wooded canons. 

Columbine. In secluded glens, especially in Sir Dag- 
onet's Glen back of Institute, and in Woolsey 
Canon. 

Tidy Tips, or Yellow Daisies. Brightening meadow 
and plain. 

Calochortus. At Boswell's, undisturbed by cultivation. 



Fancy the waving, pulsing melody of the vast flower congregations 
flowing from myriad voices of tuned petal and pistil and heaps of sculpt- 
ured pollen. 

John Muir. 



77 



nunc Road Runner. Rather rare among the hills. 
Birds Rock Wren. Not uncommon in the hills. 

Ashy-throated Kingbird. Rather rare. 

Lawrence's Goldfinch. Rare. 

Black-headed Grosbeak. Common summer resident. 

Samuel's Song Sparrow. Very common resident. 

Wren Tit. A faithful singer. 

Anna's Hummer (Humming Bird). Very common 
resident. 

Allen's Hummer. Not uncommon in summer. 



The least of birds, a jeweled sprite, 
With burnished throat and needle bill, 
Wags his head in the golden light. 
Till it flashes, and dulls, and flashes bright, 
Cheeping his microscopic song. 

Field Notes. 

Edward Rowland Sill. 



78 



Heart of the Summer is Heart of the Year. JUttC 

Mrs, a. D. T. Whitney. TlOWCfS 



Clarkia. Sunny hillsides. Road to Fish Ranche. 
Blue Gilia. Makes patches of color in the fields. 
Sunflower. On open plains and hillsides. 
Evening Primrose. Exposed places and by roadside. 
Indian Pink. Illumines roadsides and borders of thickets. 
Collinsia. In shade of oaks and other trees. 
Owl's Clover. West Berkeley fields. 
Wild Rose. Widely distributed. Blossoms indefatiga- 
bly early and late. 



As slight a thing as a rose may be 

A stepping stone 
Whereby some soul may step from earth 

To love's high throne. 

A Rose. 



Clarence Urmy. 



So sweet, so sweet the roses in their blowing, 
So sweet the lilies are, so fair to see : 
So blithe and gay the humming bird a-going 
From flower to flower, a-hunting with the bee. 

NoRAH Perry. 

79 



Ullly Western Wood Pewee. Common in the woods. 
Birfl$ Russet-backed Thrush. Nesting. 

Bullock's Oriole. In song. 

Black-headed Grosbeak. Singing. 

Green-backed Goldfinch. Abundant. 

Barn Swallow. Nesting under the eaves of barns. 

Cliff Swallow. Nesting. 

House Finch (Linnet). Very abundant resident. 



The Power that built the starry dome on high, 
And poised th' inverted rafters of the sky, 
Teaches the linnet with unconscious breast 
To round the inverted heaven of her nest. 



Anonymous. 



The shadow of a bird 

On the shadow of a bough, 

Sweet and clear his song is heard ; 

"Seek me now, I seek thee now." 

The bird swings out of reach in the swaying tree. 

But his shadow on the garden walk below belongs to me. 

Edward Rowland Sill. 



80 



Through the open door IJUlV 

A drowsy smell of flowers — gray heliotrope, TlOWCfS 

And sweet white clover, and shy mignonette — 
Comes faintly in, and silent chorus lends 
To the pervading symphony of peace. 

John G. Whittier. 



There are crowds who trample a flower into the dust, without once 
thinking that they have one of the sweetest thoughts of God under 
their feet. 



J. G. Holland. 



Flowers themselves, whate'er their hue, 
With all their fragrance, all their glistening, 
Call to the heart for inward listening. 



William Wordsworth. 



Tarweed. Exasperatingly abundant in the eyes of cross- 
country walkers. 

Verba Buena. Fringing Strawberry Creek. 

Common Monkey Flower. Low moist places in ditches 
and streambeds. 

Godetia. Hillsides, especially toward Claremont. 

Wild Honeysuckle. Climbing into trees along Straw- 
berry Creek. 



8i 



JlUdtlSt Western Chipping Sparrow. Still occasionally trilling 
0\Tn$ its spring song. 

Western Lark Finch. In flocks among the fields. 
Lazuli Bunting. A beautiful fleck of blue in the thickets. 
Plain crested Titmouse. The Quaker of the oak groves. 
California Jay. Abundant and noisy. 
California Bush Tit. Busy little bands among the live 

oaks. 
Red-shafted Flicker. Always in evidence among the 

hills. 
Western Screech Owl. Its sweet call heard at night. 



James Russell Lowell, whose wont it is to see and hear the thing 
commonly overlooked, regards the cry of this owl, (The Screech 
Owl, ) as one of the sweetest sounds in Nature. 

Wood Notes PTild. 

Simon Pease Cheney. 



The last hour of light touches the birds as it touches us. When 
they sing in the morning, it is with the happiness of the earth ; but 
as the shadows fall strangely about them, and the helplessness of the 
night comes on, their voices seem to be lifted up like the loftiest poetry 
of the human spirit, with sympathy for realities and mysteries past all 
understanding. 

^ Kentucky Cardinal. 

James Lane Allen. 



82 



Zauschneria. Hillsides, mostly in rocky places. JIU9U$t 

Clematis. Climbing over shrubs on the canon-walls. rlOWCrS 

Twin-Berry. Tenant of stream-banks and bottoms. 
Pimpernel or Poor Man's Weather-glass. Waste places. 
Ripening Grasses, whispering the brown earth's secrets. 
Succory. On low fields stretching to the bay. 



Consider what we owe to the meadow-grasses ; with their feathery, 
or downy seed-vessels, mingling quaint brown punctuation with the 
bloom of the nearer fields ; and casting a gossamered grayness and soft- 
ness of plumy mist along their surfaces far away. 

John Ruskin. 



In the fields the tall-stemmed blue succory lights one or two blos- 
soms in its chandelier ; it is thrifty, and means to have its lamps last, 
not burn out all at once. 

The Seasons. 

Oliver Wendell Holmes. 



83 



SCPtCtnbCf Red-breasted Nuthatch. An autumn and winter visitor. 
Birds Gairdners's Woodpecker. Occasionally found during 

autumn and winter. 
House Finch. Old and young in flocks. 
Blue-fronted Jay. Occasional visitor. 
Pileolated Warbler. A beautiful visitant during autumn 

and winter. 
Lutescent Warbler. Singing in the canons. 
Green-backed Goldfinch. In flocks among the tarweed. 
Meadow Lark. Revives its sweet spring song. 



Oh, for the tryst 

Of the lark in the mist ; 

For the fleeting flash 

Of his breast's gold plash ; 
For the thin fused gold 
Of his song retold, 

Like a flute's uplift 

Through the silent rift 
Of an orchestra's dying clash. 

Anna Catherine Markham. 



Song of the Meadow Lark. 



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tr ^y ««^ 

From Wood Notes Wild. 

(By permission of Lee and Shepard.) 



84 



Asters and Golden Rod. Corners of fields, dry stream- SCPtCltlbCf 
banks and hillsides. TlOWm 

Mallows. Vacant lots. 

Thimble Berry. Everywhere in the canons. 
Yellow Sweet Clover. Streets and waste places. 
Wild Radish. Everywhere in waste places. 
Belated Wild Roses and Poppies. 



O sweet wild rose ! O strong south wind ! 
The sunny roadside asks no reasons 
Why we such secret summer find, 
Forgetting calendars and seasons. 



A Wild Rose in September. 



Helen Hunt. 



I know the lands are lit 
With all the autumn blaze of Golden Rod j 
And everywhere the Purple Asters nod 
And bend and wave and Bit. 



Helen Hunt Jackson. 



85 



October Arctic Blue-bird. Occasional in flocks during autumn 
8i1*d$ and winter. 

Western Golden-crowned Kinglet. A lovely waif from 

the north-land. 
Ruby-crowned Kinglet. 
Townsend's Sparrow. 
Dwarf Hermit Thrush. 

Oregon Junco. A sprightly little winter visitor. 
Tule Wren. Common in marshes on the bay shore. 
Maryland Yellowthroat. Common in marshes. 
Streaked horned Lark. In open fields near the bay. 



These are the days when birds come back, 
A very few, a bird or two, 
To take a backward look. 

Emily Dickinson. 



A host of poppies, a flight of swallows ; 
A fluny of rain, and a wind that follows 
Shepherds the leaves in the sheltered hollows, 
For the forest is shaken and thinned. 

Edwin Markham. 



86 



These are the days when skies put on 
The old, old sophistries of June, — 
A blue and gold mistake. 
Till ranks of seeds their witness bear. 
And softly through the altered air 
Hurries a timid leaf ! 



October 
flowers 



Emily Dickinson. 



Sand-Verbena. West Berkeley. 

Blue Curls. Dry fields. 

Wax Berry. Near Summit reservoir, and North Ber- 
keley stone-quarry. 

Rose-hips and Blackberry vines. Color-bearers along 
the sides of the creeks. 



These few dear Autumn flowers ! 
More beautiful they are 
Than all that went before, 
Because they are the last 
Of all the Summer's store. 



Anonymous. 



nOt>CinbCr American Pipit. Abundant in floclcs in open fields. 
HlfflS Oregon Junco (Snow Bird). 

Lincoln's Finch. Fairly common in winter. 
Say's Pewee. Moderately common winter resident. 
Red-breasted Sapsucker. Rather rare winter visitant. 
Harris's Woodpecker. Fairly common in winter. 
Varied Robin. A shy, solitary, but common winter 
visitant. 



In the sculptured woodland's leafless aisles, 
The robin chants the vespers of the year. 

Alfred Austin. 



All great forms, inanimate or alive, in time, in space, or in mind, 
are His shadows : all voices, language, music, the inspired word, the 
sounds and breathings of nature are His echoes. 

MOZOOMDAR. 



Shrubby Monkey-Flower. Steep south hillsides. DOliXtnbCr 

Solanum or Nightshade. Strawberry Canon. rlOWCfS 

Coffee Berry. Canons, and borders of thickets in the 
higher hills. 



There is no glory in star or blossom 
Till looked upon by a loving eye. 

William Cullen Bryant. 



There's beauty waiting to be born, 
And harmony that makes no sound. 

Mrs. a. D. T. Whitney. 



Winged clouds soar here and there 

Dark with the rain new buds are dreaming of. 

Percy Bysshe Shelley. 



89 



December Lewis's Woodpecker. An occasional winter visitant. 
DirdS Hutton's Vireo. Fairly common during the winter. 
Oregon Towhee (Catbird). 

Audubon's Warbler. A common winter resident. 
Townsend's Sparrow. Solitary, scratching among the 

leaves. 
Gambel's White-crowned Sparrow. One of the few 

birds that sing during the winter. 
Golden-crowned Sparrow. In song. 
Samuel's Song Sparrow. Sings at times during the 

winter. 



The sparrows are all meek and lowly birds. They are of the grass, 
the fences, the low bushes, the weedy wayside places. Nature has 
denied them all brilliant tints, but she has given them sweet and 
musical voices. Theirs are the quaint and simple lullaby songs of 
childhood. 



John Burroughs. 



Gently and clear the sparrow sings 
While twilight steals across the sea, 
And still and bright the evening star 
Twinkles above the golden bar 
That in the west lies quietly. 



Celia Thaxter. 



90 



If Winter comes, can Spring be for behind ? DCCCItlbCf 

Percy Bysshe Shelley. riWW*r> 



Toyon or California Holly. University grounds and 

Canon. 
Mistletoe. Wild Cat Creek. 
Laurel. Along Strawberry Creek, and climbs in dwarf 

form to top of Grizzly. 



Can this be Christmas — sweet as May, 
With drowsy sun and dreamy air, 
And new grass pointing out the way 
For flowers to follow, everywhere ? 

Edward Rowland Sill. 



Before beginning, and without an end, 

As space eternal and as surety sure. 

Is fixed a power divine which moves to good ; 

In dark soil and the silence of the seeds 

The robe of Spring it weaves. 

The Light of Asia. 

Edwin Arnold. 



91 




OD wills that, in a ring, 
His blessings shall be sent 
From living thing to thing, 
And nowhere stayed nor spent. 



John W. Chadwick. 



92 



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